“That pleases me, Ryan. I have no expectations at any party, aside from you notifying me if you’re uncomfortable and would like to leave. Everything else, is icing on the cake for me.”
“Why?” I asked. “I mean, these other Doms or Tops usually play with their partners. You and I only sometimes play. Is it because I can’t do certain things?”
“Ryan, listen very closely. Believe it or not, but when we play at parties, far more crosses my mind than just wanting to get off or watch you get off. And, for the record, there isn’t a thing that you can’t do. I care very much for you and take everything into consideration when we play at parties. I would never put you in a situation that isn’t right for us. That is my responsibility to you.”
Russell reached over and roughly patted then gripped the top of my left leg until I smiled. Something good started to settle in me. I really warmed to the idea that he watched out for me. I have never really had that, or at least, not until Russell. But I think he’s been watching out for me ever since he began mentoring me.
When we arrived at the party, but before we went inside, Russell reminded me to tell him if I decided at any point that I wanted to leave. He also reminded me about the safe word if we ended up playing. I knew these were some of his closest friends in the kink community and that there would be a chance that he would be inclined to want to play with me.
We had been inside for a little while and were talking with his good friend Daniel and his sub, Jeremy. Daniel and Jeremy have been around us a lot, either at parties, or sometimes Russell had them over for a BBQ when I’d go over. Daniel was easy to be around too, and I got along great with Jeremy because he was a sports fan. Jeremy would also tell me funny stories of some of the things he and Daniel would do or some of their mishaps. Jeremy had a lighter way of looking at things and had told me that if I ever had any questions about anything that I could ask him. I also had a feeling that Russell had told them some details of my past. Though neither of them ever said anything to confirm my suspicion, I could just tell.
Daniel and Russell were talking about the technical aspects to some software of Russell’s while Jeremy was chatting with me about the baseball game from last night. Something over my shoulder caught Russell’s attention and I casually turned to see what he had been looking at.
Claire.
She was here. My stomach dropped and quickly I began to feel cold. He was looking at her, but he didn’t look mad. Or did he? I couldn’t tell exactly. She was chatting it up with another Dom though her eyes were scanning the room, looking for Russell.My Russell.
“Hey, man, don’t pay attention to her. She’s had a wet pussy and swollen clit for Russell for decades,” Jeremy said.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Because you sucked at that,” I joked.
“Ryan, he’s not interested in her,” Jeremy confirmed.
He stood in front of me to prevent me from looking at her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Russell murmuring to Daniel, but I couldn’t hear what he said. I was trying to concentrate on it but then Jeremy started talking.
“Russell is happy with you, Ryan. Daniel is often talking about how Russell says this or that about you, and how much he ispleasedwith you.”
Jeremy and I shared a quiet laugh for the way he said ‘pleased.’ Russell’s favorite word seems to be some form of ‘pleased.’ While it made me laugh, I couldn’t help but glance over Jeremy’s shoulder at the woman that wanted my Russell.
“Is she friends with the host?” I asked Jeremy, hoping he knew.
“She had been friends with most of these guys when she was younger and went to the club. That was before she moved to Florida for a job.”
I was curious to ask him about Claire and Russell, though Russell has told me anything that I’ve wanted to know and have asked about. But sometimes an outside opinion was best, and I knew that Jeremy has been around the club since Claire has been.
“Had you ever seen their sessions?”
“Yeah, but nothing sticks out. Russell didn’t top her exclusively. He never topped anyone exclusively, Ryan.”
Hearing that made me feel better. Russell could have had her if he had wanted. He could have had anyone that he wanted. And he picked me.
“So, just me,” I commented as I watched Claire undress Russell with her eyes.
“No, man. Russell never topped you. He claimed you.”
I pulled my eyes away from the shark in the black dress and looked at Jeremy. As I listened to Jeremy go on about how much Russell loves me, Russell moved closer to me and placed his hand around the back of my neck partially covering my play collar. He gently tugged me a bit closer and placed a kiss on my forehead. I glanced in the direction of Claire…she was watching.
Was Russell watching her watch us? Was he mad?
“Daniel, perhaps we can take our boys and finish our conversation at the sitting area,” Russell said.
“I was just going to suggest that, my friend,” Daniel agreed and playfully slapped Jeremy in the arm.
Jeremy and I followed behind Daniel and Russell to the living room. The living room was made up of three long black leather couches arranged in a letter U shape. One couch was completely empty and as Daniel sat closest to one corner, I began to quickly try and figure out the seating arrangements. I thought it would have been best for Jeremy to sit there so Russell and Daniel could sit near one another to talk. But then Jeremy situated himself on the floor with his back against the couch, between Daniel’s legs.
Oh.
Russell took up the other corner of the couch and parted his feet wide. Without hesitation, I began to kneel between his feet. Russell curled his fingers around my play collar and leaned forward.
